Night before last, I sat at my west window and watched a brilliant sunset. The cold of the day had softened enough to expose a thread of water in the ice-covered creek, and as the sun sank down into the horizon, the creek lit up like liquid copper flowing downstream. The winter-bleached bark of the sycamores lining the waterway picked up the color too...
Remember the old forecasting adage---"Red sunset at night, a sailor's delight; red sunrise in the morning, sailor taker warning"? It has always seemed to me the adage was most often on target, and I looked forward to yet another good outcome. Perhaps a little sunshine despite the January cold.
But the day that followed was dull, damp, dreary and bone-chilling. A day to ignore.
And I pretty much did.
GRRR.A.T. (GRRROSE ABOUT TOWN)